h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

My most uncomfortable night has less to do with the state of the bed than with the surroundings. It was at the Many Glacier Hotel in Glacier National Park. The lodge was built in 1912, and it still has the original water and heating pipes. When the temperature drops below freezing (all but a few days of the year) the pipes start banging. And I mean BANGING. On top of that I had a wicked sinus headache because the thick woodsmoke pouring from the fire in the lobby's fireplace had nowhere to go but into the stuffy rooms. I spent the night curled around the toilet, retching because of the headache and listening to the atonal symphony coming from the plumbing. Then, about 5am, a group of Texans strolled out onto the veranda below my window to watch the sun come up over the Rocky Mountains. How do I know they were from Texas? Because the bastards had to yell it at the top of their lungs every five minutes, between announcements that the sun was indeed coming up and "GEE, AIN'T IT PURTY!?"

42Are we talking in bed on our own ?
spent a couple of very comfort-able nights with then love of my life.in what sounds like the danish bed a week later a four poster in haunted hotel "Northium" nr Rye uk

[Affy]

POST LENT PROGRESS UPDATE
-Have finished 8-Bit Theater, Sluggy Freelance, and Girl Genius. Am midway through catching up with Dominic Deegan.

Next up: Schlock Mercenary!

I'm not sure, But i think it might've been the time i slept on a friend's floor, on a cold night, with only a blanket to cover me for warmth and cushion me underneath. not fun, really

Nh

[GDZ- still chugging away at homework]

Yay, Schlock! You've - as always - got good taste in entertainment, Affy. :D

As to most uncomfortable nights, I'm going with the week right after I moved to Austin. I was sleeping on an air matress with a leak and the heater was on the fritz, so it was a chilly 20F (-6C) each night. My electric blanket was my friend...

*wonders just what Affi is watching*

The most uncomfortable beds, for me, are soft ones. Some lovely people often invite me to stay over when I'm in their town, and the guest room has a pair of twin beds that you sink into about a foot. I don't care for twin beds at all! I'm too tall.

I'm not watching anything, Lil. I'm reading webcomics. I 'm a webcomics junkie.

I'm such a webcomics junkie that I gave up webcomics for lent. Which means that I now have an enormous amount of webcomic backlog to catch up on.

At the moment I've caught up on Girl Genius, Sluggy Freelance, 8-Bit Theater, Dominic Deegan: Oracle For Hire, and Penny Arcade. Next up is Schlock Mercenary which may be the single best science fiction webcomic in existance.

Yes, I know the competition for that title is fierce. But if Schlock Mercenary isn't in the #1 slot, then it consistantly threatens whoever holds it at the moment.

And it all started with an Ominous Hummmmmmmm.....

'creeps in n finds a corner

*Waves at Serephina*

Okay! Schlock Mercenary is caught up with. Real Life Comics is next on the list.

Welcome back DD and Seraphina.

I think the most uncomfortable night I had was returning from Florida on a charter flight, where the seats didn't recline as much as on other aircraft and there was practically no leg room. But that could be in competition with overheated B&B rooms with nylon sheets.

Hi Seraphina

*Brings Lil a chocolate egg wreathed with fresh lavender, chamomile and orange blossom, for soothing purposes* I used to get panic attacks .

Uncomfortable beds. Well, apart from the In-Laws' plank-hard and distinctly wiffy futon (I am pondering whether washing my hair again would make me feel happier as I speak), three others come to mind.

1) the camp-bed my sister and I (we were twelve and eleven) had to share one Christmas, at our grandparents'. They had the entire family over and not enough house to put them in, so we were sharing this camp-bed in an aunt's bedroom. She had a double bed, but didn't have to share because she 'had headaches', or, in normal English, was the loudest whiner. She had gone to bed early with a bottle of advocaat, so we had to creep in v-e-r-y q-u-i-e-t-l-y and try and fit into this camp bed. Which was not designed for this kind of thing and promptly folded up. We shrieked, we couldn't disentangle ourselves in the dark, we had four grown-ups trying to get the bed unfolded again, we ended up sleeping on the stupid camp-bed anyway, but only after its legs had been wrenched off so it was flat on the floor and had nowhere to fold TO. Aunt slept the sleep of the comfortably drunk in a double bed, and everyone wanted to know why sis and I were in such a foul mood the next day.

2) S and I were on holiday in Scotland, and this one B&B we stopped at put us in a very pretty room with a four poster! The romance! The gorgeousness! The view of the sea! and so on. I was chuffed to bits about having a four poster, I've always been secretly a bit princessy in my tastes. We had a boozy and fantabulous dinner at a local restaurant and then tried to get into the glamorous bed. Oh dear. Oh very dear indeed. The mattress (thin, plastic) appeared to be resting on three rubber bands. It stretched horribly, and the mattress sagged through the gaps, and every time either of us so much as breathed deeply it bounced and swayed wildly, and we were both bent into the shapes of bananas. Sweaty, sticky bananas. Who couldn't sleep. We of course had a pretty major row (about map-reading) the next day and my back went into spasm.

3) And on the eve of my wedding, my Mum had a fit of superstitious sentiment and insisted that I sleep apart from S (fair enough) in the workshop (OK, house is full) on a camp-bed (aha!) made for a child (I'm 5'6" and my feet were hanging off the end), on a mattress the approximate thickness of a bath-towel. I was very very calm and slightly vague all day on my wedding day. Everyone was really impressed with how 'together' I was. Yes, well, the under-eye concealer, the aspirin and I know I was actually too tired to think.

Hello all. Hope easter was good for everyone. We spent lots of time in the garden doing stuff. There was also the trip to a nice stately pile for tea and cakes on easter sunday and an enjoyable wander round Leeds yesterday afternoon.

Lil, that wasn't a nice shock at all

Uncomfortable beds? I tend not to fit in most beds as they're not quite long enough (I'm over 6' tall) so there have been many where I've not been too comfy.

Good morning all.

Head still tender...

There are students all over the place, complaining about us being closed last weekend. The week before had been very quiet, and this is theoretically a Church of England institution. Did they really, really expect us to be open on Good Friday or Easter Sunday, the two most important days in the Christian calendar? Oh well, at least it's not dull here.

I have read and absorbed the backlog, and am nodding in sympathy or agreement with many of the points raised.

Morning all, back later.

Morning all (just)

Have skimmed about 300 posts of backlog and forgotten everything I wanted to say.

please take as required

It's morning. It's board meeting day. It's 25º above normal. Enough said.

Apparently we are having a mini mumps epidemic in the old Midwest. It started in Iowa and has spread to 7 states. The age group they are most concerned about at the moment are college kids. So, Affy, since Indiana could easily be next, it might not hurt to have a MMP booster.

We have snow here.

Blimey, GDZ. You've had a LOT of snow this year.

Morning everyone.

I guess other uncomfortable nights include airports and trains and things like that, but the Narrowmine one sticks out just for the sheer temperature, if nothing else.

B